War and Peace : Book 02, Chapter 11

1869

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(1828 - 1910) ~ Father of Christian Anarchism : In 1861, during the second of his European tours, Tolstoy met with Proudhon, with whom he exchanged ideas. Inspired by the encounter, Tolstoy returned to Yasnaya Polyana to found thirteen schools that were the first attempt to implement a practical model of libertarian education. (From : Anarchy Archives.) • "You are surprised that soldiers are taught that it is right to kill people in certain cases and in war, while in the books admitted to be holy by those who so teach, there is nothing like such a permission..." (From : "Letter to a Non-Commissioned Officer," by Leo Tol....) • "People who take part in Government, or work under its direction, may deceive themselves or their sympathizers by making a show of struggling; but those against whom they struggle (the Government) know quite well, by the strength of the resistance experienced, that these people are not really pulling, but are only pretending to." (From : "A Letter to Russian Liberals," by Leo Tolstoy, Au....) • "...for no social system can be durable or stable, under which the majority does not enjoy equal rights but is kept in a servile position, and is bound by exceptional laws. Only when the laboring majority have the same rights as other citizens, and are freed from shameful disabilities, is a firm order of society possible." (From : "To the Czar and His Assistants," by Leo Tolstoy, ....)

CHAPTER XI

Next day he woke late. Recalling his recent impressions, the first thought
that came into his mind was that today he had to be presented to the
Emperor Francis; he remembered the Minister of War, the polite Austrian
adjutant, Bilíbin, and last night’s conversation. Having dressed for his
attendance at court in full parade uniform, which he had not worn for a
long time, he went into Bilíbin’s study fresh, animated, and handsome,
with his hand bandaged. In the study were four gentlemen of the diplomatic
corps. With Prince Hippolyte Kurágin, who was a secretary to the embassy,
Bolkónski was already acquainted. Bilíbin introduced him to the others.

The gentlemen assembled at Bilíbin’s were young, wealthy, gay society men,
who here, as in Vienna, formed a special set which Bilíbin, their leader,
called les nôtres. * This set, consisting almost exclusively of diplomats,
evidently had its own interests which had nothing to do with war or
politics but related to high society, to certain women, and to the
official side of the service. These gentlemen received Prince Andrew as
one of themselves, an honor they did not extend to many. From politeness
and to start conversation, they asked him a few questions about the army
and the battle, and then the talk went off into merry jests and gossip.

* Ours.

“But the best of it was,” said one, telling of the misfortune of a fellow
diplomat, “that the Chancellor told him flatly that his appointment to
London was a promotion and that he was so to regard it. Can you fancy the
figure he cut?...”

“But the worst of it, gentlemen—I am giving Kurágin away to you—is
that that man suffers, and this Don Juan, wicked fellow, is taking
advantage of it!”

Prince Hippolyte was lolling in a lounge chair with his legs over its arm.
He began to laugh.

“Tell me about that!” he said.

“Oh, you Don Juan! You serpent!” cried several voices.

“You, Bolkónski, don’t know,” said Bilíbin turning to Prince Andrew, “that
all the atrocities of the French army (I nearly said of the Russian army)
are nothing compared to what this man has been doing among the women!”

“La femme est la compagne de l’homme,” * announced Prince Hippolyte, and
began looking through a lorgnette at his elevated legs.

* “Woman is man’s companion.”

Bilíbin and the rest of “ours” burst out laughing in Hippolyte’s face, and
Prince Andrew saw that Hippolyte, of whom—he had to admit—he
had almost been jealous on his wife’s account, was the butt of this set.

“Oh, I must give you a treat,” Bilíbin whispered to Bolkónski. “Kurágin is
exquisite when he discusses politics—you should see his gravity!”

He sat down beside Hippolyte and wrinkling his forehead began talking to
him about politics. Prince Andrew and the others gathered round these two.

“The Berlin cabinet cannot express a feeling of alliance,” began Hippolyte
gazing round with importance at the others, “without expressing... as in
its last note... you understand... Besides, unless His Majesty the Emperor
derogates from the principle of our alliance...

“Wait, I have not finished...” he said to Prince Andrew, seizing him by
the arm, “I believe that intervention will be stronger than
nonintervention. And...” he paused. “Finally one cannot impute the
nonreceipt of our dispatch of November 18. That is how it will end.” And
he released Bolkónski’s arm to indicate that he had now quite finished.

“Demosthenes, I know thee by the pebble thou secretest in thy golden
mouth!” said Bilíbin, and the mop of hair on his head moved with
satisfaction.

Everybody laughed, and Hippolyte louder than anyone. He was evidently
distressed, and breathed painfully, but could not restrain the wild
laughter that convulsed his usually impassive features.

“Well now, gentlemen,” said Bilíbin, “Bolkónski is my guest in this house
and in Brünn itself. I want to entertain him as far as I can, with all the
pleasures of life here. If we were in Vienna it would be easy, but here,
in this wretched Moravian hole, it is more difficult, and I beg you all to
help me. Brünn’s attractions must be shown him. You can undertake the
theater, I society, and you, Hippolyte, of course the women.”

“We must let him see Amelie, she’s exquisite!” said one of
“ours,” kissing his finger tips.

“In general we must turn this bloodthirsty soldier to more humane
interests,” said Bilíbin.

“I shall scarcely be able to avail myself of your hospitality, gentlemen,
it is already time for me to go,” replied Prince Andrew looking at his
watch.

“Where to?”

“To the Emperor.”

“Oh! Oh! Oh!”

“Well, au revoir, Bolkónski! Au revoir, Prince! Come back early
to dinner,” cried several voices. “We’ll take you in hand.”

“When speaking to the Emperor, try as far as you can to praise the way
that provisions are supplied and the routes indicated,” said Bilíbin,
accompanying him to the hall.

“I should like to speak well of them, but as far as I know the facts, I
can’t,” replied Bolkónski, smiling.

“Well, talk as much as you can, anyway. He has a passion for giving
audiences, but he does not like talking himself and can’t do it, as you
will see.”